If I had a Star Trek style replicator for fod items, I would probably request coffee most often.
But, I would have my fave coffee preprogrammmed so I wouldn’t have to say, “Coffee, fairly strong, a hint of Ammaretto flavoring, double sweet, black, hot.”
I would just say, “My coffee.”
A friend of mine once quipped that I like my coffee like I like my wimmins. Strong, black, and sweet. (I only dated her for a couple of monthes, btw. I tend to like petite redheads.)
I like my coffee like I like my men: slung over the back of a donkey in a burlap sack.
After going through every variety of tea in the replicator’s catalog, I’d probably split my budget evenly between skinny lattes, hot, and tea, Darjeeling, two sugars, hot.
I’m trying to think of something that I love to eat, but which is too much trouble to cook often . . . Oh, eggs benedict. I’d definitely have eggs benedict every morning for breakfast.
Oh, and fresh bread. Warm, fresh bread whenever you want it, as quickly as you can say, fresh french bread, warm. How cool would that be?
Good thing I don’t live in the Star Trek universe. I’d be too fat to use the transporter safely.
Diet coke
Fresh hot mini-donuts (like you get at carnivals)
Warm multigrain bread with honey-butter
Broadway Bar and Pizza double cheese pizza
Antacid, lol
Guinness, pub draft like you can’t get it here in the States. Yes, I know about the cans with the nitrogen cartridge in them. No, they don’t really work.
Everybody who goes through a transporter should come out with the body type they want, and maybe they could even use the fat as an energy source. They could transport Kirk and Scotty and power the warp drive until the Romulans and Vulcans reunify.
